I thought he was wiser
and always ran after him
while blinking over life
because I was daddy's girl.
I knew he was smart
and always asked a lot
while smiling overjoy
because I was daddy's girl.
I thought he was kind
and always thanked after him
while crying over pain
because I was daddy's girl.
I knew he was strong
and always fought a lot
while praying over death
because I was daddy's girl.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
